Dirty in the Mornin

Two things of note happened today:
1) On my way to work today, I saw a little Indian storeowner sweeping up a big pile of papers in the gutter, which is nothing out of the ordinary... it looked like someone had either dropped or thrown a big pile of printer paper in the street, all white 8.5 x 11 black and white sheets, nothing flashy, until- I glance down at said papers and realize they are big printed pictures of gay porn. All men in blindfolds and engorged body parts and who knows what else- I wasn't about to stop and stare. I couldn't tell if they were all of the same guy, or if they were homemade or even, hell, someone I knew from the neighborhood. Quite frankly, I don't want to know- I just sadly wonder why this happened at all. DId someone drop them and run away? Did someone maliciously throw them there as vicious revenge on a former lover? Or maliciously throw them there to hurt the conservative Indian business owners that make my neighborhood a place I love? I don't know- let's just say I don't so much want to see a peepshow like that first thing in the morning.

2) One of the other designers picked apart the client service invitation I designed because two of the text boxes were literally- seriously- two pixels off. To be fair, Illustrator CS deemed them centered, as something about the font and some of the letter being in caps vs. not made the two phrases a sliver off. I couldn't believe we were getting so nit-picky: after all, this is something the naked eye could hardly detect (unless, apparently, you have a Design Degree and are used to squinting at pixels day in and day out). In the end, it mattered not- and truthfully, neither does this story. What matters is what happened a couple hours later, when the aforementioned coworker sent me a quick email with a humorous quote about designers picking at each other's work constantly, like doting parents. It sounds ridiculously insignificant and yes cheeeeesssse but I, well, really felt like I was something- like I was finally recognized for what I wanted and worked to be- an designer, an artist, someone with a real career... in a really silly way I felt like I was part of "the club," like I was finally recognized by my coworkers as someone with real talent and real ideas. A far cry from my last job, where I had talent in churning out assignments and invoices and contracts and office supply orders and pots of coffee- but I always felt like no one actually thought that my skills were made of something finer.

that's about it, I also went running and got my nails done and made friends with an exceedingly gay man named Dustin who also gets his nails done on Wednesday, and now I am watching One Tree Hill and it is suuuuch a guilty pleasure. god I can't even believe I am admitting I watch it (on the rare Wednesday's I'm home)- but I really hate that bad dad- I met him once in a bar in Wilmington and couldn't help but think he must be a douche even then.

I guess that was more than two things. the rest of them were not of much note though, to be sure.
xoxoxoxoxoBon
ps- the NC/student discount does not apply to alcohol :(
pps- I am so jealous of your banana nut muffin. you know they are my favorite food ever.